Storm Again

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Old n battered,
A ship in the storm.
I trudged along slowly,
Else I may sink, I may drown.

The skipper of my vessel,
Who else but me.
The  pole star of my destiny,
Who else but me.

Do I sail alone,
No, not at all.
Who is my company,
He, the biggest of them all.

The energy to weather the storm,
Tide over the beauty, time.
Sail in glory again, masts aloft,
Conquer lands n oceans, Storm Again.
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Storm Again
Storm Again


Storm Again Storm Again Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Saturday, September 13, 2014 Rating: 5

5 comments:

  1. I love the metaphor of the ship in the storm, and especially that you do not travel alone. Wonderful!

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  2. Stunning and provocative imagery in your words.....love the metaphors!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  3. Lovely poem! Love the metaphors.

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